[h3]Zaerna Throt'oll[/h3]
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The female Drakken waited, eerily patiently, for the Gem in front of her face to finish. Her hand never left her face, and when she was done, it gently slid down her cheek. Her gauntlet-covered fingers traced the other's delicate jawline, her thumb grazing the other's smiling lips. Her finger made it to her chin and down her throat, where she promptly took a firm hold of the girl's slender neck in her much larger hand. At the same time, Zaerna flushed the air from around her head, taking away vital oxygen. The Drakken flexed her fist around the girl's throat to stop any resistance. Utilizing her superior strength, she forced the young Gem down to her knees before her. Still, she smiled easily, keeping her head slightly cocked and her face incredibly unperturbed. With a graceful motion, she raised her other hand and whipped it backhandedly across the girl's face. There was no yelling, no grandiose showing. This was no display, merely discipline. 

"[color=a0410d]Do you know, insolent brat, what I can do to your body and mind using my bare hands?[/color]" She raised her hand and struck her again, this time letting go of her neck just before the impact so the blow would knock her on the floor. As she tried to recover, the Drakken stepped slowly to her torso and kicked her sharply, as many times as she needed, until the Gem was prone enough for the Drakken to press on her neck with her boot. "[color=a0410d]And where does that leave you, hmm?[/color]" She cooed, seemingly sympathetically, to the girl on the ground. "[color=a0410d]Under my boot.[/color]" She twisted her foot, "[color=a0410d]You will see much blood with my, child, do not fret.[/color]" With a final press against the girl's throat, Zaerna backed away. "[color=a0410d]This one is mine.[/color]" She said in a resolute voice to no one in particular. 

Leaving the girl to get up on her own, Zaerna clasped her hands in front of her and stepped toward her first choice. Her face was still congenial and welcoming, to a degree, but before she could respond, a familiar figure walked through the door. Having such a wide array of family marriages, which was not that common in Drakken culture, Zaerna knew many well-known figures and nobles to a some-what personal degree. She recognised the Prince as soon as he came within 100 paces of her, and when he finally was close enough, the female turned away from the Gem. She placed a fist over her heart and bowed as deeply as she needed. She knew that one husband of some distant aunt of hers was actually close to the crown, though she could not recall the relation. She made sure to show him proper respect before she went back to her first choice, who had introduced herself as Kasari.

"[color=a0410d]Kasari... My, what a nice flow that has. I like you, much more than that useless waif.[/color]" She said softly, nodding to her. She took the Gem's hand softly, giving her a slight, although irrefutably mocking, bow. "I believe I'll take the both of you." She said, reaching forward and brushing a lock of hair from the Gem's face. Zaerna pulled back, satisfied that she had made her decision. Her two were different in many ways, and she was looking forward to breaking them into what she wanted. The woman looked around, letting her cape fall off her shoulder, revealing her mace in an unapparent way. None of the others showed interest in her choices, although she was still prepared to defend them. "[color=a0410d]I have decided.[/color]"